Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.